Monday, February 29, 2016

Momentary Lapse by Toni J Strawn ...

Momentary Lapse
Book 2 One Moment Series
Toni Strawn

Author Bio

Toni J Strawn is the author of the super-spicy contemporary One Moment romance novels, which are currently include Moment of Weakness, Momentary Lapse and Not for a Moment.

Toni loves everything romance. Hot, bad, crazy, out-of-control romance. In the One Moment series Toni sets up her characters for the ultimate stand, before turning it into happily ever after—no matter how much they have been through. Because everyone deserves to find love. Right?

While not locked away in her Romansion—a tiny writing shed at the bottom of the garden—Toni can be found with super-hubby Chris and the kids, or feeding her addiction to reading…you guessed it…romance ©

One Moment Series, Book 2
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Any man can get down and dirty. A real man cleans up his own mess.
After her Prince Charming turns out to be Prince Cheating, Madison indulges in a no-holds-barred one-night stand with a sexy stranger. It’s hot. And sensual. And so real, she’s not sure she can return to her superficial life. Except her manipulative mother has everything planned and letting Madison go isn’t part of it.
Cole has been too busy building his own business—and battling his rich family—to indulge his former hobby of seducing rich socialites. But with Madison, Cole can’t resist one tiny bite. And going back for seconds has disaster written all over it.

Warning: Contains an appetizing one-night stand in a hotel, saucy sexcapades in a deserted stairwell and proof that sometimes you have to strip down and get naked in front of the mirror to truly see yourself.

Book Reviews

“The sexual tension is just delicious...made more enjoyable by the fact that there are two well-matched people playing the naughty games.”—Mrs. Giggles on Moment of Weakness

Short and sexy this book may be, but it also delivers a satisfyingly emotional plot that turned all the games into so much more than winners and losers. If you’re looking for something hot with a bit of extra depth, then you should give this a try.”—Book Gannet Reviews on Moment of Weakness

“Bottom Line: A good read from Ms. Strawn, and one that fans of good ole' erotic romance will find delicious.”The Romance Reviews on Momentary Lapse.
Excerpt from Momentary Lapse

He hadn’t wanted to be interested.

Yet as soon as she’d walked in the bar, a shudder had whispered down Cole’s spine at the sight of her. He’d known exactly what she represented. Everything he hated. Wealth. Privilege. Power. But he’d still had to snap his mouth shut, aware his slack-jawed stare had mirrored every other jackhole’s in the bar.

And for the first time in what seemed like forever, Cole’s stale libido had roused itself from slumber. He’d taken note of the slashing cheekbones framing soft, brown eyes that oozed with hidden secrets. Sweet, sizzling secrets that would twine themselves around a man and squeeze until you couldn’t remember your own name.

How long ago had he sworn off women like Madison? In the not-so-distant past, Cole had hunted rich socialites like prey, eager to exploit them before they used his name as a stepping stone to further themselves. Be their little bit of rough.

It had made him feel good, for a while anyway. That he’d held all the cards—at least in the bedroom. He got to say whether or not they received pleasure. He got to decide when he left. Except lately, even that had failed to make Cole feel better. Nothing seemed to soothe the bitter ache left behind from too many nameless encounters.

Then Madison St. James had walked in…

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Monday, February 15, 2016

Loving Lies by Tina Donahue ...

(Book One – Dangerous Desires series)

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Deception knows no limits. Passion knows no bounds.

When she is kidnapped, Senorita Isabella knows the men have been sent by her uncle in a murderous attempt to control her family’s fortune. But when she is rescued by a dashing and mysterious warrior, Isabella can’t imagine why a stranger would risk his life for her—until she discovers her rescuer believes she’s someone else….

Fernando de Zayas loves nothing more than the cry of battle. Defying death is his way of life. But when he discovers his betrothed has been kidnapped, he rushes to her aid—never suspecting that spirited beauty would soothe his warrior heart…

With her uncle’s minions close on their heels, Isabella finds herself drawing closer to Fernando. But as the desire between them builds, her secret could keep them apart forever…


On a shuddering breath, Isabella searched the market for any means of escape and found none. Too many people pressed close with no clear route from the area. If only she could see what was behind her, she might find a way out.
A quick glance showed even more people and cramped stalls, proving how trapped she was. The eunuch’s high-pitched shout suddenly rose above the slaver’s angry growl. Wanting away from them, she inched back. The eunuch dashed to her right, blocking her. The slaver to her left and reached for her robe.
Piercing wails filled the heated air.
Isabella stiffened. The slaver’s hand fell from her. He and the eunuch turned toward the sounds. Two dark-robed women pressed their hands to their veiled mouths. Children had stopped playing, their youthful eyes widened in wonder or fear at an aged man. His white beard trailed down his chest, and infirmity bent his tall frame, forcing him to keep his face lowered. He wore a turban and full robe, the voluminous fabric hiding the contours of his body.
Suddenly, he thrust his hand into a fire used to cook some manner of food.
Many in the crowd gasped. A young girl backed into a basket of olives, toppling it. The fruit rolled across the ground until it reached a pool of spilled honey where a black cat prowled.
The aged man kept his hand in the fire without bellowing in pain. He chose three smoking coals, tossing the hot embers from his right hand to his left much as jugglers did at fairs with brightly colored balls.
This was no fair nor was he a juggler, but a fakir, a holy man.
Isabella had heard tales of such beings who traveled the Arab territories. Fakirs had no homes or commerce, begging for food as they roamed from place to place, performing amazing feats to shock everyone, as he did now. Merchants, free women, and children waited to see what the strange man would do next.
With no one watching her, Isabella prepared to break into a run, to lose herself in the throng.
The fakir tilted his face and met her gaze.
Her heart caught. His eyes were arresting and strangely beautiful, his gaze so intent she stepped back. His expression changed. With a hard frown, he seemed to warn her to remain where she was. He turned to the eunuch and slaver, crying to them in Arabic, his voice reedy with age.
Her stomach churned. Was he warning them of her intent to flee?
When he looked back at her, raw power lit his expression, holding her to the spot.
Even if she’d wanted to move, she couldn’t now. The eunuch and slaver stared at her.
The air grew heavier than before and far too still. The slaver adjusted his weight from foot to foot as he and the eunuch spoke to the fakir. The holy man answered in kind, juggling the hot coals. He drew closer to them, his movements inefficient and tottering, no different from a babe. The slaver stepped back. The eunuch did not. His shrill voice rose in what sounded like an oath. The fakir hobbled closer, the hot coals jumping more slowly between his hands. At last he responded, his voice low.
The eunuch scowled and shouted a string of foul-sounding words. The fakir grabbed the eunuch’s throat, pressing the hot coals to it. Squealing in agony, the eunuch fell to the ground, rocking and mewling.
Frightened sounds rippled through the crowd. The holy man spoke to the spectators, who exchanged glances with each other and shuffled back.
The fakir grabbed more hot coals from another fire and staggered toward the slaver. Unlike the eunuch, the slaver offered no retort as he stepped back quickly. The fakir followed. It was a strange dance, the fakir plodding forward a step, the slaver retreating the same distance as he focused on the newest coals.
Again, Isabella realized no one noticed her. Before she could think to escape, the fakir was at her side, clutching her hair in his free hand, shouting at the others.
Again, they backed away.
He yanked Isabella toward him and whispered in Castilian, “When I release you, grasp your throat and cry out. Your freedom and life depend upon it. Do you understand?”
Her heart hammered so wildly she could barely breathe, much less think. With no time to consider why he would help her, she nodded.
The fakir shouted something to the others then brought the coals close enough for her to feel their heat. She clutched her throat and wailed.
The slaver spoke hurriedly, his words seeming to beg for mercy.
The fakir lifted the hot coals to his mouth and blew. Flames poured from his parted lips. Screams tore through the crowd with more than a few bolting.
The fakir gripped her wrist, his touch steel.
Again, he lifted the coals to his lips. Flames shot out of his mouth, which he directed to the black silk hanging on a stall. The cloth caught fire. He bolted, pulling her with him.
She struggled to keep up as they dashed through the narrow streets of the market, past stalls and startled people. Behind them, men shouted. She glanced over. Guards pursued them. The fakir ran faster, forcing her to follow. They darted down one cramped street after another. He knocked over goods deliberately. Both of them dodged buyers. Finally, he rushed into an unattended shop offering a variety of baskets.
Before she could question why this place was empty of a merchant or buyers, the fakir pushed her toward a shadowed corner near the entrance and shielded her with his body. She was so close to him her face and breasts pressed against his surprisingly muscular back. He shifted his weight. An object beneath his robe tapped her knee. She looked down at a long, thin outline hidden by the fabric. A sword?

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Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Caught on the Rebound by Clair De Lune ...

Caught on the Rebound : Prometheus in Chains 14
Claire De Lune
Once bitten, twice shy. Jaimie Scott is determined he'll have no more dominating men in his life after escaping an abusive partner, then he meets trainee Dom, Niall Stewart. He's attracted to Jaimie and willing to woo him slowly, as he introduces him to BDSM. Another sub has different ideas. Believing that Niall loved her before Jaimie came on the scene, Gillian will stop at nothing to get Jaimie out of the picture, and it's only by putting himself at risk again that Jaimie can reveal her true nature.
Just when happiness is within Jaimie's grasp, Zack makes a play to regain him and Niall is devastated. How far is Jaimie prepared to go this time in the pursuit of love and happiness?
 ** MM… BDSM with spanking, Kinbaku  and fire-play
Background to the story
Prometheus in Chains no 14 and the story of Jaimie Wright and Niall Stuart with the help of a few old friends.

"Jaimie, I'm home. I got you a present, come and see,"
"Zack, you know I love presents what is it? It looks big and expensive. Thank you." Jaimie started to unwrap the gift. He was excited and rather relieved. Things had been very tense lately between them and he hoped that this was a peace-offering. He wanted nothing so much as to turn back the clock and put the last six weeks behind them. He finished unwrapping the gift. It was a pink vanity-case decorated with butterflies.
"Go on open it. What are you waiting for?" Zack asked. Jaimie's heart sank. This was to be no reconciliation. He opened the case to find an up-market range of skin care products. Wordlessly he looked at Zack. 
"These are so expensive," he murmured diplomatically.
"That doesn't matter at all. I want you to have the best. Your skin needs care. Using these will make you look so much better."
"I take care of my skin, you know I do. What's wrong with my own range?"
"They are too harsh. When you take off your make-up with these, they will leave your skin so much softer and cleaner," Zack explained.
"I told you I won't wear make-up, and I meant it," Jaimie said firmly.
"Won't you try one more time, just to please me?" Zack wheedled.
"I hate it. I look like a clown. Can't you leave it, just to please me?"
"No I can't and I won't."
Zack advanced and Jaimie retreated. He was smaller and slighter than his partner, and so he never won when things became physical, as they had, all too often, lately. Zack's handsome face took on an ugly sneer, as he backed Jaimie into a corner.
      "You behave like a girl, why won't you wear the make-up. You need all the help you can get. I've no idea why I've put up with you for so long."
      "Zack. Why are you doing this? I don't want to wear that stuff. What's wrong all of a sudden? You always said you liked the way I looked before. What's changed?"
      "Maybe my eyes have been opened. I can do a lot better than you. You aren't much to look at, and you don't pull your weight. When I try to get you to improve your look you refuse," Zack snarled. Jaimie couldn't believe his ears.
      "You always said I looked very smart before you started this business of the make-up. You were the one who didn't want me to take on more clients. You said you earned enough and we didn't need the extra," he said.
      "Well I have a position to keep up. I don't want it known that my partner is a skivvy for all and sundry."
      "How will it help your position if I wear make-up and garish clothes? I don't work for just anyone. I choose my clients carefully. They are all well-off and very kind."
      "Yes and there are precious few of them. They exploit you and laugh at you behind your back. You're still nothing but a glorified char-lady and that's not good enough for me. I won't have people poking fun at me because of you."
"I don't understand. Has someone said something? They don't matter, but they'd really go to town if I went out with you dressed in sequins, with a painted face," Jaimie said.
"You always have an answer for everything," Zack shouted and then he raised his hand and hit Jaimie. After the first one he seemed to lose all control of himself and the blows rained down. Jaimie had learned, from bitter experience, that to resist just increased the severity and duration of the beating. When Zack grew tired he threw the vanity case on top of Jaimie and stormed out, slamming the door.
 Jaimie remained on the floor, curled in a ball. After a long while he got up. He didn’t know how long he'd stayed there. The dinner will be ruined. What a stupid thing to think about. I must get in the bath. He managed to get to the bathroom, where he ran himself a hot bath adding salt to the hot water. Then he undressed and sank gratefully into the blessed warmth. He was too tired and upset to think but he knew that things couldn’t go on like this. I have to do something, but what can I do? Where can I go? The rapidly cooling water told him it was time to get out of the bath. He was less stiff and sore than before, but he knew that it was only a temporary reprieve. He managed to eat a little of the dinner he'd made and put the rest in the bin. If Zack wants food he can get it for himself. It will serve him right and it may make him realise just how much I've been doing for him. Jaimie grimaced. He won't even notice. He got into bed and fell asleep almost at once.
He was awakened by the light's being switched on. Zack was there and cramming his belongings into a suitcase. Jaimie tried to sit up but he was too sore. Usually Zack would slam out of the flat, but when he came back hours later, he would beg Jaimie’s pardon and promise not to do it again. This time as he packed a bag he gave Jaimie an ultimatum.
"I'm tired of you. I want you gone. You have a week to get out of my flat. Anything of yours that's left here after that will be put into the dustbin.The door slammed and Zack was gone. Jaimie was numb with shock. He lay back on the pillows, as his mind struggled to understand what had just happened. He went over the past six weeks and realized he'd been a fool to think it would all be all right. Something would have to be done, but what? 
© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2016

Time to get things moving. I had to give him time to think about what we discussed in the club, but I just can’t hold off any longer.
Jaimie’s trim figure was encased in a tight dove-grey T-shirt and slate-blue tweed trousers, which were moulded to his firm buttocks, leaving nothing to the imagination as he moved from sink to chopping-board. Niall put down the small tray and walked over to Jaimie. He pressed himself to his man’s back, and his arms encircled Jamie’s waist. The knife clattered as it fell onto the board. Niall growled and bent to nip his man’s neck, and then he ran his tongue over the same place, soothing the sting. He was delighted to see Jaimie’s head drop forward, his whole attitude one of surrender.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. I’ve tried to be patient, for your sake especially since we spoke about it in the club, but I can’t wait. If you don’t want it, say so now before it’s too late,” he said in a voice that was gruff to his own ears.
“I’ve been wanting it, too. I couldn’t make up my mind if you fancied me or not. I thought I’d made my position plain when we talked in the club, and I didn’t want to push because I love living here and would hate to make our situation awkward.”
“What a pair of silly buggers. Llewellyn would give us the length of his tongue for not talking about this,” Niall said with a chuckle, and then he pulled Jaimie round and took his mouth.
He tried to be gentle as their lips met, but his tongue slipped into Jaimie’s mouth and was so joyfully received that he forgot all caution and plundered the man’s mouth. Their teeth clashed, and he ground his hard length against a similar swollen cock and groaned. He moved them away from the vegetable preparation and bent Jaimie back over the kitchen counter and then he pushed the dove-gray T-shirt out of the way and bent his mouth to the beautiful, smooth skin he’d revealed. He licked and nipped his way over the pert nipples, hearing the groans of pleasure he elicited from the man under his hands. He looked up, and their gazes locked.
“I’m going to clamp these very soon,” he said and heard, with satisfaction, the swift intake of breath and then Jaimie’s small pants of desire and arousal.
He began to lick and nip his way over the smooth, firm belly. Jaimie’s eyes reflected his desire and his growing need. Niall slowed and teased his way down over the firm stomach with the triangle of crisp hair that disappeared under the waistband of the tweed trousers as Jaimie squirmed. Slowly, Niall unfastened the waistband, and Jaimie lifted his hips, allowing Niall to push trousers and tight white trunks down over his thighs. The delicious cock that he revealed made his mouth water. It bobbed and beckoned for his attention. He’d been in a hurry to start with, but now he slowed, determined to take his time and make it memorable for them both. As he bent to remove Jaimie’s trousers and underpants, he breathed in deeply, enjoying the fresh-soap smell combined with the scent of his partner’s arousal. He stood up again and cupped the heavy balls. They fit perfectly in his hand, and he rolled and squeezed them lightly and then with increasing pressure as he watched Jaimie, who was enjoying the bite of pain. He bent and licked off the drop of pearly liquid that oozed from the slit in the swollen, purple head of his cock. He smacked his lips in enjoyment and watched the blush as it stained his man’s cheeks a deep-pink.
“Adorable, you look like my Christmas dinner, lying there all ready to be devoured,” he said and proceeded to do just that.
Bending, he licked his way up and down one side of the rigid cock and then up the other. He sucked and nipped the ropey, pulsating veins. Once again, the sounds he wrung from Jaimie were music to his ears. Evidently Jaimie was very vocal here, too. Niall smiled as he thought of all the ways he could wring more sounds from him. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and tore the foil wrapper, then, with infinite care and oh so slowly, he rolled it over his man’s swollen dick. Then he lowered his mouth and began to suck in earnest.

* * * *

Jaimie hadn’t heard Niall come into the kitchen. He whistled as he worked. He hadn’t felt so happy for weeks and weeks. He felt safe and appreciated for what he was, not what someone wanted to make of him. Dinner was almost ready, but he had a little spare time, so he decided to prepare the vegetables for the next couple of days. Stored in boxes in the salad crisper in the 'fridge, they would save him some time on his busiest days. When Niall seized him from behind and nipped his neck, he allowed the knife to fall from his nerveless fingers.
At last. After that talk in the club, I assumed he’d take things further at once, but he’s made me wait for a day and a half. How I’ve longed for him to do this. I hoped I wasn’t mistaken and he was attracted to me, but I needed him to make the first move. It feels so good to have his mouth on me and his arms round me. Oh, that cock feels like a monster, and he’s so hard.
“Do you want this, now, Jaimie?” Niall asked him.
“Yes, oh yes I do. I thought you’d never ask.”
Then all power of thought was taken from him as Niall turned him round and kissed him. The strength in the kiss made his legs turn to jelly, and his dick felt as if it had a mind of its own. Niall moved him away from the vegetable preparation, bent him over on his back, and began to play with him. He heard someone moaning and realised it was himself. He panted and writhed as Niall’s tongue and teeth nipped, laved, and sucked his chest, nipples, and belly. He squirmed and arched his back, wanting more as the Dom slowed and began to tease. Their gazes locked, and Jaimie knew that Niall could read all he needed to know. He realised that it would be futile to try and hurry him, so he surrendered and gave himself up to the pleasure. 
© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2016
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I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
 I am indebted to my many readers and friends on Facebook, for their unfailing support and affection.
I would love to hear from you, and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.
If any reader would like to they can post questions to me on Facebook and I will answer them as I see them.